"Have her eyes been opened to the light?" questioned Rajah Brahman.
"Yes," replied Anita Marie. "She has had a great trouble lately. Her husband died last Saturday. He was the one who was atryin' to keep her away from me. Now that he is gone, she's anxious to do as I have been atellin' her."
"You say her husband is now on the astral plane?" inquired Rajah Brahman. "If so, I shall commune with my spirit guide. Perhaps I can bring the spirit of her husband to my sanctum."
"That's just what she wants!" exclaimed Anita Marie. "She wants him back. If you can let her see him, she will listen. I was atellin' her about that copper stock, through Little Flower. She liked it, but she was afraid on account of her husband. But now he's gone."
Anita Marie rolled her eyes upward as a gesture to show that the departed spirit of Geoffrey Garwood had reached a spot in a higher world. Rajah Brahman ignored the woman's grimace.
"Bid her," he said, "to come to New York to await my call as a true believer should. She will be summoned by the master when her time has arrived."
"There is a couple of things I want to tell you about her," began Anita Marie glibly. Rajah Brahman shook his head reprovingly.
"The master understands all," he declared, slowly and impressively. "I listened when you spoke to me before, because I desired to know if this woman was one who might see the light now. I wish to know no more. You may go!"
Anita Marie turned and walked through the curtains. Her challenging air had been completely lost during her interview with Rajah Brahman.
She reached a little anteroom, and looked about her suspiciously, as though she feared that hidden eyes were watching. The room was illuminated by a single light that shone dimly in one corner. The woman gave a start as the white-clad form of Imam Singh glided noiselessly into the room from another entrance. Then she followed Rajah Brahman's servant.